My Greate Husband 235

Chapter 235 

Chapter 235 

“Jiselle 

“Look at the sky.” 

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It was Ethan’s voice, hoarse and ragged, as he burst through the war room doors. His tunic was torn, his hands smeared with blood that didn’t look like his own, and his chest heaved like he had run from one end of the canyon to the other. 

I turned, following his gaze through the shattered arch of the observatory. 

And I saw it. 

The sky itself was burning. 

Not with sunset. Not with the slow bleed of twilight. But with flame that stretched from horizon to horizon, a canopy of red and violet that churned like smoke caught in a storm. The air reeked of ash, though no fire touched the stronghold yet. 

“They’ve come,” Eva whispered at my side, her hands clutching her prayer–turned–pendant. Her knuckles were white, her lips moving in a half–prayer, half–curse. “The Hollow forces.” 

My heart hammered so hard it stole my breath. Because she wasn’t wrong. I could feel it through the stone beneath us. The leyline trembled, not in rhythm but in rupture. The Hollow had touched it. Twisted it. 

Nate’s hand found mine, fingers pressing tight, grounding me. His other hand rested on the hilt of his blade. “Then it begins.” 

The baby–our daughter–shifted in the crook of my arm. Solara opened her eyes, her gaze calm where ours was frantic. For one strange, aching moment she looked like she had been waiting for this. Like the storm in the sky was hers to command. 

The ground shook. Distant howls rose from the valley. Wolves–but not wolves. Hollow–born, voices stripped of language, only rage and broken magic left in their throats. 

“They’re at the leyline city,” Ethan said. His voice cracked as though the words themselves cut him. “Thousands of them. If the line fractures there, it won’t stop. It’ll tear the continent apart.” 

The war room erupted. Scouts rushed to the battlements. Messengers scrambled to rouse the coalition Alphas who had sworn to us only weeks ago. But none of it mattered. Because the truth was already clear. 

The Hollow forces weren’t simply marching. They were descending. 

And the sky was their banner. 

We gathered on the southern wall at dawn. Or what should have been dawn. No sun rose that morning, only the heavy red haze that clung to the horizon. The coalition had assembled, wolves from packs I had only read about standing shoulder to shoulder. Alphas bore Solara’s marks glowing faintly on their chests, binding them. 

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together in ways older than treaties. 

But still, they trembled. 

Because across the canyon, through the rising ash, the Hollow army stretched farther than sight. Wolves twisted beyond recognition, their fur charred, their eyes hollow pits, their claws dripping with the residue of a realm that was never meant to touch ours. Between them moved things without form–shadows given teeth and hunger. 

Solara sat on the stone wall before us, her small legs tucked under her, her cloak too big for her body. She looked like a child should. But when she lifted her head, her eyes burned with gold–violet flame. 

She whispered one word. 

“Hold.” 

And the leyline listened. 

Light surged from the canyon floor, threads of violet fire weaving into a barrier that arched high into the sky. Wolves on the wall stumbled back as the shield rose, vast and shimmering, encasing the leyline city in a dome of living flame. The air crackled with power, thick enough to taste. 

The Hollow forces crashed against it almost instantly. Their screams pierced the air as their bodies struck the shield, smoke curling where corrupted flesh met flame. The barrier held, rippling like water beneath their assault. 

Solara did not flinch. 

Her small hands pressed against the stone, fingers splayed, as though she were part of the wall itself. Her lips moved silently, carrying words too ancient for me to hear, and with every whisper, the shield thickened. 

Nate stood behind her, sword drawn, eyes locked on the battlefield beyond. Ethan flanked her other side, shoulders squared though his hands shook. Eva knelt nearby, whispering prayers that fused with Solara’s hum until the air vibrated with strange harmony. 

I could not move. My heart surged with both awe and terror. 

Because she was not just holding the wall. She was becoming it. 

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The first breach came at midday. 

A Hollow–born creature larger than a house hurled itself against the barrier, claws of black glass slicing through the flame. The shield shrieked, lines of gold fracturing through the violet. Solara gasped, her body arching as if the wound were her own. 

“Solara!” I reached for her, but Nate caught my wrist. 

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“She has it,” he said fiercely, though his jaw was tight, his knuckles white. 

And she did. 

Her eyes flared brighter, her small frame trembling, and the crack in the shield stitched itself shut with a sound like lightning tearing the sky. The Hollow–born howled as fire consumed it, collapsing into ash before it even hit the ground. 

But Solara swayed, and for the first time, I saw sweat bead along her hairline. 

“She can’t keep this up forever,” Ethan muttered, his gaze darting from her to the endless tide of Hollow–born still pressing forward. “We need to push back. We need to fight.” 

“We can’t open the gates,” Nate countered. “Not yet.” 

“And if she burns herself out before then?” Ethan’s voice cracked. “If she-” 

“Enough!” I snapped, though my own voice shook. “We don’t doubt her. Not now.” 

But deep inside, my fear gnawed. 

Because Solara wasn’t just fighting them. She was carrying us. All of us. 

Hours blurred. The sky darkened until it was nothing but fire, the Hollow–born shrieking as they struck the shield in endless waves. Alphas shifted into wolf form, pacing the walls, their claws scraping against stone in restless rhythm. Eva’s voice had grown hoarse, her pendant glowing hot against her chest. Nate never left Solara’s side, though the tension in him was a storm waiting to break. 

And then, the second breach. 

It wasn’t claws this time. It was silence. 

The army stopped screaming. The shield stopped humming. For one awful moment, the world went quiet. 

And then the ground split. 

The leyline city cracked from beneath, a fissure tearing through the earth, spewing smoke and violet flame. The shield faltered, rippling violently as if it too had been wounded. Solara cried out, clutching her chest. 

I lunged forward, catching her in my arms. Her skin burned, her veins glowing like molten light under fragile flesh. She pressed her forehead into my collarbone, whispering words I couldn’t understand. 

And the shield flickered. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Then steadied. 

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But it was thinner now. Weaker. And we all knew it. 

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Night fell heavy. The Hollow–born had not relented. The barrier was a sea of fire, glowing so bright it blinded us to the army beyond, but the howls never stopped. 

Solara slept fitfully in my lap, her small breaths hitching like she dreamed of firestorms. I stroked her hair, whispering what comfort I could, though my hands trembled with exhaustion. 

Nate crouched beside me, blade still in hand. His face was carved from stone, but when his eyes fell on her, something in him broke. 

“She’s holding the world on her shoulders,” he murmured. 

“And she’s only a child,” I whispered back. 

We sat in silence for a long while, the fire crackling around us, the scent of ash thick in our throats. 

Then there was a scream. 

It was Ethan. 

I whipped my head around. He had collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest, his eyes wild. The mark on his hand glowed so brightly it seared through his skin. Smoke rose from it. Blood welled. 

“Nate!” I started, but he was already moving, catching Ethan before he hit the ground. 

The shield shuddered again. Solara stirred. 

And in that moment, I realized the truth. 

We weren’t holding the line. 

The line was holding us. 

And if Ethan broke… 

We all would. 

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